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// Still in the chamber of Dramione, with the slim chance of escape.

When Draco had walked into the prefects bathroom, it was empty. Not even Myrtle was hanging around, which he appreciated because last thing he wanted was the ghost to see him naked. So after he started the bath and added some bubbles, he began stripping. Once he was completely naked, he moved to get into the tub but stopped when he heard a noise behind him. Quickly turning to see what it was then his eyes widened when his icy hues locked on familiar brown. Didn't even bother covering himself as he quirked an eyebrow, lips curving into a smirk slightly. ❝Excuse me, this bathroom is currently occupied Princess. So do you mind Granger, unless you plan on just staring at me in all my pride and glory...❞

[rh4egar]

❝ an old poet once wrote —– ❞ ⸻ slytherin's heir speaks absent mindedly. aquamarine gaze wandering outside hogwarts' stain glass window. where the winged mountain drew her circles across the horizon. what a sight she was —– unrivalled in beauty & grace, the emerald beast was as gorgeous as she was horrifying. ❝ —– once a man has seen a dragon in flight, let him stay home & tend to his garden in peace. for the world offers no greater wonder. . . —– i find myself agreeing wholeheartedly. ❞

@bccksmarts RECIEVED AN OWL.

[fidelixcorde]

@bccksmarts gets her bestie

"I'm sorry, did you just say that you fancy Malfoy?"

Did she sleepwalk to the Whomping Willow and give herself a concussion? Because Taylor could hardly believe the words that came out of Hermione's mouth that evening during their study session in the library, in a far corner where Madam Pince rarely checked. Maybe she just misheard the other girl.

"Draco Malfoy, Slytherin's Prince, swaggers around like the gods kissed his own ass, picks on everyone below him, ferret looking?" Taylor stared Hermione down, and when all she saw was a growing blush, her jaw dropped. "Hermione!"

[heartscfvalora]

@bccksmarts: 'Just relax, we need to focus on getting your fever down.' — Mama!Mione to Scorp bc it's about time we have CONTENT

(*)

It was rare for a werewolf to get sick. Apparently their immune systems went into overdrive, making them practically impervious to thinks like colds or even food poisoning.

Scorpius, as a half werewolf, was not so lucky.

He might have caught a virus at an event recently, and now his whole body felt heated, his chest congested enough that it was hard for him to breathe, and it was difficult to eat or drink because his throat felt so swollen. And he hated being stuck in bed, even with his parents and little sister pampering him.

He groaned a little at Hermione's words, the cold wet cloth on his forehead feeling like heaven against his flushed skin. "Is Matilda okay?" he asked. "I don't want her catching this."

[forgaeven1]

❛ you still aren't upset about ron, are you ? ❜

it isn't that she didn't care about it if she were honest, except ... well. ron hasn't exactly been known as the most emotionally sensitive in the weasley family tree. no. that award could probably either go to charlie, or bill, in his talkative days, or most likely to their mum, bless the woman's heart, but ron ? ron's a natural git at best — which was why ginny isn't so shocked at all to hear that he'd only ever consider asking hermione to the yule ball as a last option. seems like a ron thing to assume.

perhaps ginny ought to be slightly more mad as well when she isn't exactly neville's first choice as a date either, but ... hey, she is the only few in her year who could go to the yule ball, isn't she ? no harm, no foul, that. and neville's a sweet enough bloke. a little clumsy, sure, but sweet. ginny could handle sweet any day than ron's incessant whining.

❛ come ooon, hermione. viktor krum's asked you out ! ❜ ginny asks in mock whisper, excited, over the toenails she is currently painting dark galaxy-purple. under certain lights, it seems as if the stars are twinkling right back. bloody expensive stuff, these were. she's quite fortunate bill liked spoiling her when he has the money and time to. ❛ what is he like, really ? ❜

@bccksmarts ❤️

[rvlio]

you did very well. very charming. — AND ONE MORE I PROMISE,,, For Viktor ♡

the presumption that viktor would enjoy a life lived on his passionate love for quidditch alone was a foolish thought,   and not for the reasons one would think.     while the durmstrang alum was far from unfriendly,   he could admit that his social skills could be lacking at times.     and while hurtling straight toward the ground for a wronski feint was easy enough,   knowing what to say when there were cameras flashing in his face and a thick mob of people SHOUTING questions at him was not.

when he’d consulted with the few friends he had about the issue at hand,   it was hermione who had given him the simplest solution of all:   smiling.     viktor was far from expressive even in the most emotional of moments,   his jaw set in a scowl by default and dark eyes intent in their gaze.     he was sure that changing this would do little but make him look like a fool     (   and was not entirely convinced it wouldn’t,   even now   )     in front of the crowd of journalists who sought even a glance their way.     but with this newest victory,   pushing bulgaria closer to their end goal of becoming world cup champions,   it was clear to just about everyone present that their seeker deserved to express a bit of glee when speaking about his own accomplishments.

of course, the indulgent grin he had forced for the cameras did not last long, and he was back to his usual demeanor the very second as he was out of sight.

“     thank you for your advice, hermione. did you enjoy the match ?     ”

[heartheaded]

‘cut the bullshit, Ronald. I know you and I know you care.’  ( from the house of ash(es?) meme!! ) — to your Hufflepuff Ron of course ✨

🦡 < ❝Of course I care, Hermione! I'm honestly just at a complete loss on what to do about Harry, so if you have any brilliant ideas, you will not need to convince me on it--trust me, I'm looking to not think right now, thank you--❞

[decrsum]

📔 reply to @bccksmarts's drabble

    The Yule Ball. The one night every teenager dreams of. Tonight is the night to seal that relationship with that cute boy from Gryffindor, or the stunningly beautiful girl in Ravenclaw. The weeks before this event have been hectic. If you did not have a date for the Ball, you'd be doomed to loneliness for the rest of your life. WHAT A JOKE. Mattheo mainly thought so because he himself did not have someone to take to tonight's festivities.

    He wished to remain quiet about it. To not complain in the slightest, for he may be seen as jealous, petty, or perhaps desperate. But it did hurt that the person he asked, decided to go with someone else. And on top of that, nobody has asked him if he wanted to go. — Still, there he stood. In suit and tie, hair slicked back, and a drink in hand. Tiredly gazing ahead of himself while intently listening to the music.

    A part of him was okay with this. Being able to mind his business is all he ever wanted anyway. And he wouldn't have to worry about making even more attempts to flirt with the person he likes. His previous attempts have failed already anyway. From the corner of his eye, he could see his former potential date laying their head on the shoulder of their dance partner.

    For tonight, Mattheo has completely mellowed out. The suit was a waste, but the drinks were good enough for him to stay. Not in the mood to play around, as it may ruin someone else's night. Perhaps that is why nobody asked him. Lesson learned indeed.

    Gold reflects the candlelight from many angles. It's difficult to ignore the source. Sparkling, glittering, and alone. Strange. — Out of all the people he'd expect to see dancing, Hermione Granger somehow wasn't one of them. Gazing around the room, lifting his chin, he could not spot anyone making their way to her. The table with drinks was deserted for a minute or two, and Hermione didn't seem to be looking at anyone in particular either. He felt bad if his conclusions were correct. If she is indeed alone. That dress is going to waste.

    Putting his now empty glass aside, he pushed his way through the observing crowds. Those who were too afraid to set foot on the dancefloor. There will be two less of them if Mattheo can pull this off. Just for tonight.

    ❝ Care to dance? ❞ he asked as he stood beside her. Open palm facing upwards. ❝ You seem somewhat lonely tonight. ❞